Initially we did not have a destination in mind, so we headed north along the shore. Our adventure began with an up-and-over hill road to Harbourville. How lucky are we to live in such an amazing place! Even in the dead of winter, when nary a leaf is to be found and the sun only makes rare appearances, the Valley is still unbelievably beautiful.
|This is a cautionary sign. It says "SLOW" but what it really means is "SERIOUSLY. SLOW DOWN OR YOU'LL END UP IN THE DRINK, YOU IDIOT!"|
|A couple photos of the boats put up in Harbourville.|
|It would seem that cats are an integral part of Sunday Drivers. Either that or the felines in Nova Scotia are just as friendly as the people!|
We passed through Canning where each of us got a box lunch from The Fireside Cafe. Laur opted for the Ham, Cheddar and Apple Panini, I ordered a Reuban and Boy chose a simple ham and cheese sandwich. Laur and I had a side of veggies and dip, and the boy got some potato chips. Our sandwiches were a bit spendy, but oooh so delicious. If you're looking for simple, delectable, local cuisine The Fireside is an excellent choice.
From there we hit the road up to the Lookout where we took a short video of the winter Valley. It's too bad I'd turned the sound recording off, as there were several birds singing their hearts out. Oh, and a blue jay. :/
I'd seen Scots Bay several times on the map, and we even considered a property on the Scots Bay road, but neither of us has ever been there. It was there that we were pleasantly waylaid by an amazing beach stretching out before us! We spend a couple hours there, wandering on the cobble dappled shore, squishing through muddy tidal pools, looking for beach-booty and poking dead things with sticks.
|A neat little bridge leads from the parking area to the beach.|
|Our tiny Mariner scanning the sea for pirate ships.|
|Rinsing a "treasure".|
|I thought the prairie skies were huge; they have nothing on the sea.|
|This was a request from Laur, who thought the sand looked like trees.|
|A corn cob.|
|Ok, this isn't so weird. There are thousands of elastic bands dotting the shore - presumably from fishermen who band lobster claws onboard.|
|Filleting knife sheath.|
|Yes, those are tampon applicators. Just because you flush them, doesn't mean they're gone.|
|Aaaaaand then we had lunch. I'd eaten most of my fresh veggies before I remembered to take a photo. My Reuben sandwich with corned beef from the Village Meat Market in Canning. Soooo gud! Incidentally, those garlic pickles were divine!|
From Port Williams we continued to New Minas, where we stopped at Noggins Corner for a few supplies - farm eggs, fresh and fermented cider, a couple Propeller sodas and some locally made sausage. Oh, and an apple pie - so much for alliteration!
Noggins Corner Farm, where it's all apples all the time! They also sell produce from the farm and local products such as honey and preserves.
|Apple boxes awaiting next fall's harvest.|
We were slowly passing one of the many cemeteries which dot the Nova Scotia countryside, when The Boy pipes up.
"Mommy, everyone in there is dead."